Red F-15 Seeker <Comcast> leads the traffic light Seeker wing of EEEEEBIL, plus one, towards their latest conquest.. a powerstation in innocuous little Brussels. The Seeker is hoping that the ancient streets will make for a difficult terrain for the foolish land-based Autobots. Residing in his cockpit is the energoncubilator 3000, the only way to create empty cubes whenever Soundwave can't make it to the location. As Europe flies from below them, leading into Belgium, Comcast's external speakers boom out for his three co-conspirators. "Nearly there.. engage all weapons and be ready for anything."

MiG-29 <Fulcrum> drones along beside Comcast like a malevolent "go" signal. Which has jets strapped to it. Yes. "Where exactly are we headed?" he enquires over broadband. Perhaps the Brussilians are hiding some sort of new reactor?

Pyramid Jet (Fleet), the Maybe of Doom, transmits a brief code that equates to, "I understand, and will obey," arming his weapons as he does so. This was the largest raid he'd been on yet since arriving on Earth (since he'd, erm, been on watch during the big one a few days ago. Yeah, that's it. Watch), but it didn't do to let himself get too confident over the numbers.

F-35 <Catechism> trails, even though she's not particularly slow. She's not the same kind of Seeker as the rest of them, and she'd break up the nice pattern that they make. She takes in the country side, wondering how it would look plated over with purple metal.

Red F-15 Seeker <Comcast>, who is the stop signal of the trio, proves to be a total paradox, by telling everyone where to go. "There is a power plant nearby.. This city doesn't draw on the power of larger areas, but we should still find sufficient energon for our needs." Not as granduer as hitting a gigantic dam or an oil rig, but you gotta have the big with the little, right? Comcast leads the crew just out past Brussel's large city area and into the outskirts of the city, where a small innocuous building resides. It's small, but luckily big enough for the Seekers to just walk through a wall, like they did in the cartoon!

MiG-29 <Fulcrum> swoops down and transforms, immediately walking through one of the the generic grey walls that make up the power plant, firing off his heat-rays with what sounds suspiciously like stock laser sound effects. He doesn't even bother with a 'Flee puny humans', just stomping around and firing randomly, sending the yellow-booted, yellow-hardhatted humans fleeing for cover. Oh, and there's some guys in labcoats too. They must be scientists.

The MiG-29 twists around and folds in on itself with a grinding sound, transforming into the robotic form of Fulcrum.

Sideswipe has arrived.

Flee? Wha? Oh. Not the jet. The yellow tetrajet moves into a holding pattern over the facility. Of course, he's going to draw a lot more attention than any of the earth-mode jets, but he decides that the gaping hole in the facility's wall will do worse than he ever could as far as that goes. He radios the others, saying, "I'll keep look-out."

F-35 <Catechism> follows, still lagging the others. She lands and enters the gaping hole in the side of the installation after the others. Eh, she can pack up energon for hauling or whatever it is they need her to do.

F-35, Marine Corps variant, transforms into robot form. Catechism's feet unfold, her arms unfold out of her body, her nosecone rotates through her body and ends up on her shoulders to expose her face, and her wings rotate into position.

Lamborghini Countach LP500S cruises the highway. Beautiful time of year, long expanse of open road and lots of energy just being burned away by the drive.

Red F-15 Seeker <Comcast> transforms, the MaGiC that is cartoon animation allowing the energoncubilator to eject from his cockpit while he does this and land into his open hands. "Good work, Fulcrum." He says as he land in front of the building. Sure, it's just smashing through a wall and scaring the humans, but he does it so /well./ He starts the cubilator up, and husks of energon cubes begin to form from nothing and fall into a neat pile. Comcast grabs one and points to the small pile while he looks at Catechism. "I assume you know what to do with these?" He asks.

The sounds of gears whirring and a jet engine dying down can be heard, as Comcast shifts his form into his natural state.

Mirage has arrived.

Mirage having been nagged into doing it by Tracks, is visiting the European capital cities to see what the latest fashions are and has just entered Brussels.

Catechism gives Comcast a funny look and gets to preparing the cubes for filling. Yeah, she can do that.

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) continues circling above the plant, keeping an eye out for possible trouble, an pastel yellow pyramid turning lazy circles in the sky above.

Fulcrum continues his 'Scare the fleshlings duty', sending the workers fleeing the plant, some of them running out onto the road in their panic, causing traffic to swerve and brake suddenly. Reasonably satisfied, he trudges back to the empty cubes, grabbing one and filling it by.. waving it at one of the turbines. A spark of pink energy leaps out, slowly filling the cube with sparkling energon.

Comcast finishes his latest cube, a neat pile of full starting to form. FULL cubes. THAT is what you can net. But not yet, we still need to load these all up. "This should keep us going a few more cycles.." The Seeker murmers as he returns with another empty to fill up.

Mirage nodded as he transformed into his vehicle mode.

F-1 Ligier JS-II is checking out the latest fashion for you know who when he picks up very faint Energon readings and moves in that direction, now curious.

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) continues to circle above the plant. Dum-de-dum. It's probably a good thing for Mirage that he transformed before closing the distance. A car on a road doesn't catch near the attention a giant robot.

Lamborghini Countach LP500S checks for speed limits, smirks internally and applies more 'gas', picking up velocity. Granted, he's also listening to something wildy considered obnoxious as well. Taking an exit to another highway, he heads for a city proper, Brussels, home of griffons.. wait.. isn't that a dog? Did anyone tell him that it was a dog? Oh well...

Comcast continues to load up the cubes.. hmm. They don't usually stack /this/ high without there being a problem. The Seeker bundles up the first generous pile of cubes into a net, leaving it in the ground. "Are you /sure/ you can see no Autobot movements around by now, Fleet?" The Stop-light seeker asks of the wait-light one. "This place is more out in the sticks than I thought."

Fulcrum, meanwhile, has already started his "time till waste hits oscillator" countdown. "No doubt they will be here soon enough" he drones, adding another cube to the pile. "The only question is will it be humans or Autobots?"

Catechism continues completely filling and stacking cubes. She hums idly and tunelessly. At Fulcrum's pessimism, she only shakes her head. Hey, missions can go off without a hitch. It's happened before. Why not now?

As the racing approaches the energy readings, he notices the familar shape of a Cybertronian jet, a yellow one and pauses for a second, watching the jet and muttering "Hello again" before continuing driving along in the direction of the jet and the energy readings.

Because it's a law of the cartoons that the Transformers are constantly fooled by each other's alt modes even though they should leaking well know better, the yellow tetrajet has yet to notice Mirage. Of course, picking out the little red faces or one particular kind of car (when really, to Flee, they all look the same - ugly ground bound things with wheels) from the altitude he's at isn't the easiest of tasks, even with the laws of cartoon alertness working against him. He radio backs, "None yet!"

Lamborghini Countach LP500S hnns.. still driving.. but.. there's something that bothers him as he passes the trickle of buildings at the outskirts of the city. One being the rest of the drivers slowing down like gawking tourists. "Get off the road if you're not gonna dri-" The other is the fact that there are *people* in the median.. Which they shouldn't be, it's not safe. Apply brakes, insert tire squealing as he slides and downshifts to avoid nailing some less than perfect car in the tailpipe. "What the he..." Scan-sweep to the side of the road.. and as he slides to a stop in the building traffic, admist the sounds of sirens long in the distance, he realizes.. Small innocuous buildings usuall don't have holes in them.. Or what looks like shadows of wings inside the hole. "Hey now..."

"Catechism" Fulcrum states. "Take some cubes back to New Crystal City. We have just over one full load here. We shall join you with the rest shortly"

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) radios to his companions, "You folks are starting to draw a lot of attention. Haven't spotted anything armed yet, but there are a lot of flesh creatures standing around watching." Foolish germs. Giant alien robots who could step on them as soon as think attack their power plant, so of *course* they're going to stand around and gawk instead of oh, say, running for safety. He lowers the altitude of his sweeps to keep a closer watch of his crowd, forcing him to dodge the occasional building as he does so.

Lamborghini Countach LP500S slowly sneaks.. or rolls for the side of the road. Yup.. That looks like trouble. The red car peels off down the emergency lane, heading for the building, horn blaring like he's trying to scare geese off. "Damned cybervultures!"

Catechism gathers up a load of cubes obediently and makes to leave. Once out of the building, she transforms into jet mode and somehow stashes the cubes inside herself. Don't ask how. Trade secret. As she lifts off, she does make a note of a noisy red car and radios to her comrades, "I think the Autobots are here."

Catechism transforms into her alternate mode: a F-35, Marine Corps variant. Her feet flip up against her shins, her nosecone rotates through her body and out in front where it belongs, her arms tuck into her torso, and her wings rotate into position.

Catechism begins retreating, leaving herself vulnerable to parting shots from Pyramid Jet (Fleet).

The blue and white racing car slowly changed into a robot

F-35 <Catechism> soars upward into the sky.

F-35 <Catechism> has left.

Mirage arrives at the outskirts, then transforms and slips into the shadows, sneaking closer and closer to the seekers' location as they start to leave, it seems.

Fulcrum looks up. Crap. Incoming. "Fleet" he broadcasts, sticking his head out of the hole in the wall to frown at the traffic, some idiot fleshbag in the crowd honking his horn. "What is their eta?" Meanwhile, the cubulator does its thang. Fulcrum's a pretty good silhouette in the hole, so feel free to fire on him.

ETA? ETA? Uhm... "ETA: now," replies the pale yellow seeker. He circles around and swoops down on Sideswipe from behind, dodging buildings as he does so. Hey, building dodging is practically a seeker pastime back home! Since he's already in jet mode, might as well take advantage of the one weapon he has access to now that he won't have once he transforms... the tetrajet unleashes a rocket on the lambo before pulling back up. Battle engaged.

Lamborghini Countach LP500S evades your rocket attack.

Mirage moves southeast to Black Forest, Germany.

Mirage has left.

If the horn blaring didn't give Fulcrum the feeling the slag was hitting the rotary oscillator, then the yellow aircraft launching things at the 'idiot fleshbag in a car honking horn' could... The red lamborghini hits the brakes, powersliding sideways into a controled fishtail as readouts indicate serious proximity problems. "Who-hooooooo!" Offended? Nope.. Glad to be able to shoot at something.. yeaaah. As the car spins, it transforms into Sideswipe (the red one!) complete with something akin ot a grin on his face, albeit nothing near as cheerful as the usual one. "Knock knock.." He slides along the concrete leading to the building, taking aim at the silhouette inside the hole with rifle that was pulled from subspace. A quick pop-flash of laser fire, highlighting the red one's merry grin.

With classic gears grinding and relays churning, the Red Lamborghini Countach LP500S splits in the middle and twists, transforming into Sideswipe, Autobot Warrior.

Sideswipe strikes Fulcrum with Laser.

Mirage arrives from Black Forest, Germany to the southeast.

Mirage has arrived.

Foxfire has arrived.

Mirage bursts from the shadows and points his rifle at one of the seekers at random as his finger quickly tightens around the trigger and he fires

Mirage strikes you with Armor-Piercing Rocket-Dart Hunting Rifle for 14 points of damage.

Maybe it's a good thing that a certain fox tape is nearby; then again, maybe not. Either way, the sounds of battle reaches his audio sensors and within seconds he takes off at a full run. He's not sure if he's going to participate in the fight, but he's going to at least check it out. A familar red form comes into Foxfire's field of vision, and he slightly turns his gaze toward the building close by.

Fulcrum acks, as a laser cuts into his shoulder. "FLEET!" he calls out. "Secure the supplies! I'll... hold them off." Oh yes. That's a GREAT plan. But Fulcrum knows Fleet's as hardy as a paper aeroplane, so this is probably for the best. Raising his arm-mounted heat ray, he sends a beam of red death back at Sideswipe, more to distract the Autobot than anything else, optics flickering around, noting the positions of the other enemies.

Fulcrum has disconnected.

Mirage's player is in a romantic-mush mood, due to events in another RPG

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) takes several shots along his left wing, a pretty bad hit for him. He's not at the point where he'd be forced to retreat yet, but he wasn't about to argue when Fulcrum orders a retreat, paper aeroplane cracks aside. He swoops down, hurriedly scooping up some energon cubes before taking once more to the air and turning his thrusters on high, heading swiftly towards safety.

Fleet retreats from the area swiftly, outdistancing all pursuit and parting shots.